"I feel like garbage today," I responded, unsure if he was asking about my day because he wanted an honest answer or if he was just making small talk. Filtering has never been my forte, so I went with the first answer that jumped out of my mouth.
Revisiting a volatile relationship from my early 20s could either be the most enlightening experience of my week or it could make me want to chuck my phone across the room. I like to think that I'm not the girl from my early 20s anymore—aggressive, no fucks given, drunk as hell, and jealously paranoid... but there's only one way to find out, right?
I curled up on the couch, with a blanket and a dog, ready for one of my friend’s favorite movies. He loved the movie It, though I had never seen it. He rented the recent remake, certain that I would love it. About twenty minutes into It, I screamed, turned on all the lights in the house, glared at him, and asked, “What the fuck, dude?!” I wasn’t ready for the schizophrenic trip down memory lane that this screwed up movie was taking me on.
One look at my Twitch’s history and you’ll find that I have a pretty specific video game genre of choice: horror. I love a good psychological thriller, slasher, fourth wall breaking, or otherwise, game that will make me jump and scream. On a deeper level, I love video games that trigger my psychosis and brings the monsters that I meet in my mind, to my TV screen.